Spring rains make the crops grow, and the weatherponies mostly schedule them around when ponies commute, but sometimes ponies get caught out and sometimes a pony’s just got to roll in a mud puddle on her way home.

Was that silly? Or was I the foolish one for not remembering the joys of fresh puddles?

Now with a Russian Translation by Mordaneus: (Ponyfiction) (Ficbook)
Now with a Chinese translation by FLX071: (Fimtale)